What a fun couple of days I’ve had. If you still follow me on twitter I’d like to personally thank you for putting up with me, because the last week or so has been nothing but Old Lady Tweets. And by that I mean complainin’ about my arthur-itis, crohn’s pain, migraines, or any combination of the above. It’s just been a helluva week for my body.
It all started because I decided to be proactive and get the whooping cough vaccination. California is having a whooping cough epidemic, and since I have a little baby and work around 1600 lovably germy children, I thought the sensible thing to do was to get vaccinated. Because I’m a responsible adult. I don’t enjoy being stuck with needles, but I will do anything I can to avoid 1. taking time off work, and 2. Isobel getting sick.
What I didn’t count on was having an allergic reaction to the vaccination. I’ve gotten plenty of shots before but I’ve never had a reaction. Boy, that was fun! My arm turned red and blotchy and swelled up enormously. I looked like Trogdor. It hurt like a sonofabitch. It started aching just in the shot area at first but that ache spread to hurting all the way down my arm and into my fingers.
To complicate things further, I have an autoimmune disease. I may have complained mentioned that once or twice. What this means is my body is already trying to kill itself on its own without any help from the outside world. Throw an allergic reaction into the mix and my Crohn’s went haywire and I’ve been suffering the worst migraines I’ve had in years. I’m talking face-down-surrender-into-unconsciousness-in-a-bath-of-ice-packs kind of pain.
I had to miss my first day of work for the year, which makes me feel like crap. Yes, it’s only the second week of school, and yes, I need to take a sick day. I’m pretty sure the entire office thinks I’m one big faker. Before I got Crohn’s I only missed two days of work! Staying home is not a luxury; it’s something that’s required for my body. I hate that I appear flakey to coworkers who don’t know (or care) that I have a disease but I can’t help that. It is what it is.
My arm has shrunk down to resembling something of a normal arm now but I’m still feeling a lot of the effects of the reaction. I really have the best mother and husband in the world. Every time my body conspires to take me out they step in and care for Isobel when I’m not able to. My sister did, too, when she lived with us. Sure, I have debilitating health problems but on the other hand, I’m really lucky to have my mother, sister, and husband willing and able to pick up my slack.